The Comet blazed across the sky, shining like a beacon of
hope to the pokemon watching. The pokemon rescue team army marched
onward, knowing that this comet was unique. It was the Millennium comet,
last seen when humans still had walked the earth. That had all changed that
one fateful day. Only the Legend pokemon remembered such times, all others
pokemon dead or too old to remember. But one pokemon had remembered
these times. Gifted by the blessing of a ninetails and Jirachi 1000 years ago,
he’d have life as long as the Ritual was performed. The Full Moon before and
after Jirachi awakens from slumber would be when the ceremony would be
done, replenishing the Ritual taker's memory, and strength,
and power based on his kind heart. But this time, even the Ritual
might not save him from what might be the end of Pokemon life as well, for
the army couldn’t last forever.
Chapter One:The Beast
Charizard flew onward toward Mt. Moon, glancing with one eye the
full moon with the knowledge of the Millennium Comet only days away. Smiling
at the thought of visiting Jirachi, it took a steep dive toward the ground.
“Watch it!” whimpered Floe, Charizard’s friend and fellow team
member of their rescue team Cystra. Floe quickly froze it’s feet to Charizard’s
back so he wouldn’t fall off.
“Sorry,” said Charizard, flicking a grin at his other companion Wisp.
She smiled back, before gazing down at the view below.
Trees were flying by as they got closer to Mt. Moon, growing in turns
and twists to make a wonderful forest. But something was wrong. The forest
seemed to be groaning in pain as its very core was being attacked. The forest
called out to Wisp’s sixth sense, stopping her in midair.
“We need to stop,” Wisp cried out as they passed a small group of
trees. “I can feel the life draining from the branches of those trees even up
here. Something is down there!” The group spiraled down, Floe hunching
closer to Charizard’s warm back. Wind was sliced with the strength and power
of Charizard’s wings, forcing Floe to hunch down even more.
The group landed and checked the area. Whispers of a weakened
wind entwined the group, as the horror unfolded. The trees seemed to be
drained by an invisible being, with whole groups of pine shriveling and
darkening. The grass was dying, and a caterpie was seen hiding down into a
hole to hide. The tremors of fear coursed through the helpless bug, watching
and waiting to see if Team Cystra, the renouned rescue team, could help it.
A branch cracked nearby Wisp. Quickly her beads on her neck began
to glow, and her eyes throwed out her legendary Foresight, known to criminals
as the Revealing Death. The creature slowly shimmered into view, grotesque
What appeared to be a purple Charizard turned out to be a shadow
meld of Cubone and Charizard. Somehow this creature had seen pokemon and
melded their images I their mind to transform, for when Charizard blasted it
with flamethrower it turned into a dark blob of energy. The blob twisted and
grinded until it’s shape was once again the grotesque creature.
Wisp quickly aimed a psybeam at the thing while Floe chipped off the
ice that held it to Charizard. It attacked using a feeble icy wind. The creature
flashed it’s eyes in rage and opened it’s gaping mouth where a black abyss
lay. A purple flame erupted into a sphere in the mouth, before being released
onto the two shocked pokemon. The attacks collided as the flame headed
Charizard unleashed a flamethrower just as the shadow flame neared
Floe. The attacks collided, and they disappeared. Floe breathed a sigh of relief
and ran toward Charizard in fear, shaking and hiding under his wing. Wisp
telepathically called to Charizard.
“We must leave,” she said to Charizard. “The Ritual must be
performed. You are weakening to your old state and must get back into your
prime to stand a chance against this foe. We’ll come with you.” Charizard
nodded and hoisted Floe to his back, carefully not letting his mouth bite his
skin. Together the three pokemon fled to Mt. Moon, where they could do the
Ritual. The creature smirked and looked away. It could get them later. There
was other things to enjoy around here, and it slowly turned to the cowering
caterpie in hunger.
The tired group of three landed on kneaded earth, in front of the Mt. Moon entrance. Charizard went in confidently, whereas Floe went in behind Wisp. Her elegant body swirled like shadows as she followed the bright flame
on Charizards muscled tail. Charizard had meanwhile forgotten about his team for the moment, and how the Ritual was supposed to be done. His memories were still as fresh as the day he got his wish, and yet they were slowly fading
as time progressed through the night.
I must hurry, thought Charizard as time slipped farther from nightfall
to the witching hour of the night. Speeding his pace, his friends followed
nervously. Even Wisp’s elegance and control of emotions seemed slightly
“Do you remember what Charizard said when he met us?” said Wisp in
a rather hushed voice.
“Yeah,” muttered Floe sadly. “That he had made a wish almost 1000
years ago when humans walked the earth to have the ability to live as long as
he wanted. He got his wish, and he was as strong as his young self was. I
was exploring my ice cave when he visited me with you by his side, and you
were about my age. He said after I joined the team that he had this Ritual he
did to stay alive, and that he didn’t usually make friends because he outlived
them. But the hope was that if we wanted, we could join him in the gift to
help everyone and half a full bond as friends and teammates. I still remember
the fact that he said we could choose not to keep the gift and move on at
any time, but I would never do that,” Floe added, “Because you guys are my
friends. I want to help other pokemon out there that need help.”
Wisp smiled at the brave little swinub, thinking of how much this had
made her own life so great. She knew she would move on someday, but the
fact of being able to stay young to help do good was a miracle to her. She
could have friends that would never die with her as a team, and she could
help the needy. She slowed down her thoughts and her body as Charizard
stopped, facing a forked path. Wisp almost asked to help him choose, when
Charizard did something she didn’t expect. Choosing not left or right but the
center wall, he breathed on the stone and began tracing the shape of
eternity, using one of his shining claws on the stone.
The claw was circling in a horizontal eight as light seeped through
the stone. A symbol of eternity began to swell and grow as Charizard made
the same act on one small part of the stone. Finally the shape glowed a
brilliant white, the sounds of locks and chains flowing out of existence. The
fading light showed a deep passageway, with light gently flowing off parts of
the wall. Charizard boldly stepped through, with Wisp and Floe once again
following. As Floe looked back at the passage opening, rock seemed to fly into
pace around a floating lock, placing themselves all around the ghostlike shape.
The places in between the rocks glowed gold, and the passageway had once
again become a solid wall. Floe ran off to catch up with his friends, knowing
they were now sealed in.
As Floe caught up to the group, Wisp took a look at him. Small in
size, this pokemon had a plushy look to its body. Part of its nose was squished
from an old battle, and a scar was on the bottom of one of it’s feet. Floe
meanwhile looked at Misdreavus, at how her eyes were a warm color that
made dawn’s embrace seem chilly. Docile would be a way to describe her, and
yet control of emotions would be a better description. She took one last look
at Floe before the Ritual, and turned back toward the distant flame on her
friend’s tail. Floe felt another compulsion to stay, but continued anyways.